By sending one of our shows
To London
The Artistic Director thought
It would give us some legitimacy
As a company
To go international
The last Artistic Director had taken a show to New York
So of course, this one had to do one better
I’d never been on a plane in my life
So I was apprehensive
But we were doing this fantastic production of Betrayal
And I wasn’t about to hand my part over
To another actress
So I got smashed at the airport bar
Stashed a joint in my pocketbook just in case
And got on the plane
London was fabulous
There’s something so thrilling
About being an American in a foreign country
Probably because everybody thinks so little of us
That when you act like an idiot
They just nod at you
As if to say—
‘Yes, that’s about what we were expecting from you fast food
eating hicks’
While we were in London
I met a man
Another actor
This blonde-haired, fair-skinned British actor
With a perfect, crisp
Clipped accent
He could have read the tag on a mattress
And made it sound sexy
And on a few occasions
I believe he did
Probably because it was the only reading material available
It was quite an affair
The show ran for a few weeks
And on the last day
I decided I was staying in London
I had no urge to go back to America
Just to be some poor single woman
Who doesn’t know what it’s like to have a man shout out a
line from Henry V
While he’s making love to you
When I went to his apartment
To tell him the good news
I used the key under the mat
To let myself in
And that’s where I found him
In bed
With someone else
A male someone else
Insert joke here about gay men and British men
And how I couldn’t tell the difference
Go ahead, laugh
Everybody else did
When they found out
I went back home
And never got on a plane again
And I never dated or trusted another actor
As long as I lived
The thing is, you can never really tell
When they’re acting
And when they’re not
Hell, I think sometimes
Even they don’t know
I’ll say this for that whole experience
The show was wonderful
The weather was nice
And if I learned one thing
It’s that gay men are the best lovers
God, isn’t life cruel?
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